pony pink.

here is the helga. i named her helga, and she is beautiful. i love her. she has met her demise this past week. she will no longer charge. sad day in my life. BUT i did get to paint her pink....

there comes a day when every girl wants to paint something. now my idea of painting something usually entails me holding a paintbrush and watching someone else paint. but alas, this day at work had other plans in store for me. these plans were "end painting". this lovely, enjoyable and glamorous task involves mixing a big bucket with paint and glue and then painting the ends of fresh cut logs. darwin came in with the color that we aptly dubbed "pink pony pink." if you are not from atlanta, then you do not know what this fine institution is (i guess that was a little presumptuous of me, you may know what it is); it is a lovely little strip club that is located in north atlanta as well as south atlanta, and has billboards that say catchy phrases like "forecast calls for scattered panties." classy. with that being said, you can only imagine what horrendous color of pink was chosen for this end painting task. lots of giggling and threatening occurred while painting logs. mainly, don't piss me off, i will most certainly give your dog a pink mohawk....(that did not happen, but we used to daycare a dog name beau jangles (poor little beau) and i most certainly painted his nails pink...) after painting about 40 ends and thinking i may become blind from the atrocious color, i decided that i was going to paint the forklift. at first all i put was a dot on it. just one little dot and left it, to see how long it would take darwin to notice...

one dot apparently is not noticeable. so hopped up on diet soda, i commenced to painting more dots on the back of the forklift. mike (the shop guy) noticed and started laughing. still no note from darwin. so, that sent me on a mission....a mission that ended with a masterfully painted forklift. darwin finally noticed and gave me that look. the look of: i think i may hate you, but i am most certainly too tired to do anything about this. also, the look of i may hate you, but what could i have said to make you not do that...answer ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. it turned out for the best (at least i think so) and now we had a "pretty forklift." i always warned darwin that i was going to paint one of the forklifts pink and it would be MY forklift. ha...i mean, i did warn him.

when working in a lumber yard full of guys, you've got to get your kicks somewhere. so when missions arise, like go buy some spray paint or i need a new toothbrush, i am most definitely going to buy the one that is the girliest. usually neon pink, or maybe with a princess or two on it. i find it highly amusing because, come on, it is.

so cheers to pink pony pink painting...say that 5 times fast...